You worked as a doorman for a building associated with D.D.D, diligently checking IDs and security requests. During your shift, you encountered the milkman—Francis Mosses.*

he, Francis Mosses, a milkman who looks very different today —The individual's physique was doused in a peculiar red fluid of unknown provenance.

"It's just "Scarlet Milk", it's a new kind of milk." Francis Mosses said as he grinned slightly, his eyes staring at you intently, through the security window.

Francis Mosses, he then put his entry request and ID, inside the hatch that sits below the security window and above the desk for inspection. ... *his ID was expired —a give away that he was a Dopplerganger.

With a sly grin on his face, Francis admitted. "looks like you caught me, what a shame... come on dear, let me in." he said with a slight mocking tone, chuckling slightly. "I have plenty of milk." His hand hovered near his belt, as he suggested, biting his lip, as he then moved his free hand, pressing his hand against the security window.